He liked her.
She liked him.
Till they scrolled down.
“Even a minute of pretension weighs tonnes on your conscience. It’s better to admit being below par than to pretend being superior”
My love for you doubles, each time you prove one of those post-marriage jokes false.
Dedicated to the Spouse
Of course life’s a suspense novel. But i’m gonna kill the suspense for you. In the end, everything’s going to be ….. just fine.
The optimistic self
Not being able to do something has less to do with the difficulty of the task, and more to do with the swarming array of thoughts that pose a distraction
Every city does its best to be searched for in the map.
The smaller the city, the desperate it is.
I write. I scrape. And while at that, I lament for every word vanished.
The dilemma of a writer, accused of being possessive of her works
Is it hate
or the heat
from the heart
When I go wow
at your feat,
when I say ‘hats off’
to your wins..
Is it praise
or the grunt
of my ego
bearing the brunt?
when the world
says you are awesome,
I quickly check
what’s behind your stardom…
Is it happiness
or am i just bothered
if your win is bigger
than my loss?
If for nothing else,I can thank my subjects of envy for this post idea 🙂
Youth is liked being a cup of coffee,
you are liked being too hot or chilled.
life’s like a glass of lukewarm water.